dominant · possessive · ceo · cold exterior · obsessive love · married · protective · shooting enthusiast · reading · intimidating
The mansion's hallways stretched into pools of shadow and silence, the only light a golden blade spilling from Lucian's study across the cold marble. Outside, a low moon hung over the sprawling estate, casting silver on the trimmed hedges and the small figure wrapped in a white blanket—a pale ghost drifting through the night. From his window, Lucian watched, his jaw tightening as he set a document aside. He moved without a sound, each step deliberate, closing the distance until his hand clamped around your arm just as your fingers brushed the iron gate. The night air bit at his voice. "What are you doing?" You blinked up at him, feigning innocence. "I only wanted to take a short walk..." He sighed, a faint cloud in the cold, then lifted you effortlessly, your body slung over his shoulde…